Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

The only sound was their footfalls; echoed from the stone of their surroundings. William watched the light dance around them and decided if ever a place would be haunted, this was it. They passed a room that clearly served as the holding cell. It stood empty and stale with disuse. It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, “They say this place is haunted.” Jackson’s jaw tightened as he struggled with a response. Should he admit to her that he agreed with the rumor? Should he tell her that, like Mike and her father, he’d seen and felt things that shouldn’t have been there? He hadn’t even admitted that to the men. He’d only admitted to the place giving him the creeps. Something inside of him kept him from voicing it. It was as if voicing it would make it real. “I saw that woman looking out of the window,” Melody confessed. “She’s not right. She looks dead.”

"My name is Darcy. Also, I want to tell you something, the elder ghost isn't at the castle's library but deep inside the abandoned castle in the middle of Holler Forest. Find her there and don't go alone," "Thank you, Darcy," she winked at me before she faded away because the water dried up. I beamed and fist-pumped the air happily. New friend!

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

“We’re getting there.” A soft chime sounded on their end. Ghost stepped into frame — quiet, focused, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “Matteo,” he said. “Everyone.” I nodded. “Go ahead.” Ghost tapped a few keys, and a new document filled the screen. Old. Faded. But readable. A birth record. Mama leaned forward. “What is that?” Ghost zoomed in. Mother: Siobhan O’Connell Infant: Male Date of Birth: March 12, 1995

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

that I didn't expect. In a small apartment in Neo-Tokyo, a man was sitting at a computer. He was in his late thirties now. His hair was streaked with grey, and he had a scar over his left eye that hadn't been there in 1998. It was Silas. He hadn't forgotten. He had spent the last two decades becoming the world’s greatest "Data-Archaeologist." He wasn't looking for money or fame. He was looking for a "Ghost."

… As soon as I opened the door to the private dining room, I heard a pop, and confetti began raining down on both Cecily and me. Smiling, Ian came over and gave me a friendly punch. "Not one word from you in two whole years! If I hadn't known you'd joined the research lab, I would've filed a missing person report with the police!" Everyone else in the room laughed and began teasing me. "He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?"

Hey diary, so this is gonna be quick!! I Just had a birthday that I will never forget. Last Sunday I turned 36, I don't know anybody here as I just moved to this city three months ago. So I decided to go down to the local pool hall and bar and shoot some pool. I ride a Honda motorcycle and that is what I took down there. I wear leather and have very long hair so I look the biker part. After parking in the back, I walked in only to find that there was only three people in the place and none of them were at the pool tables. I figured it was because it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, so I began shooting myself.

"When it comes to gossip, nothing gets past me." At 11:00 PM, an understated luxury car pulled up at the school gates. Helena and Howard got out. Celeste and I had already set up snacks and drinks at the reading pavilion, waiting for them to settle down. After they arrived, Celeste cleared her throat. "Helena, what I'm about to tell you might sound unbelievable, but you have to believe me. I'm not crazy." In about ten minutes, Celeste laid out everything about my shadow. I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could.